Soft Closer Of Our Eyes! Low Murmur

How I Like Claret!...it Fills One's Mouth With A Gushing Freshness, Then Goes Down To Cool And Feverless; Then, You Do Not Feel It Quarrelling With One's Liver. No; 'tis Rather A Peace-maker, And Lies As Quiet As It Did In The Grape. Then It Is As Fragrant As The Queen Bee, And The More Ethereal Part Mounts Into The Brain, Not Assaulting The Cerebral Apartments, Like A Bully Looking For His Trull, And Hurrying From Door To Door, Bouncing Against The Wainscott, But Rather Walks Like Aladdin About His Enchanted Palace, So Gently That You Do Not Feel His Step.

Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings - With Health And Hope We Should Be Content To Live.

Land And Sea, Weakness And Decline Are Great Separators, But Death Is The Great Divorcer For Ever.

That Queen Of Secrecy, The Violet.

I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And Pray, Pray, Pray To Your Star Like A Heathen.